Chapter Nine
Aileen paced, not paying heed to her aching feet or pounding head. She’d barely eaten since they’d returned, her mind stuck on the man whose murder she was investigating. Was he the devil? Is that why he wanted salvation?
Or had someone coerced him down the wrong path?
She gripped her head, fisting her hair. The questions wouldn’t stop. She just couldn’t wrap her head around it at all. It was like a vicious circle, a broken record, beating around the same bush.
Callan had gone straight to work and hadn’t come over after. At 7 p.m. she’d dumped dinner and sought out her notes. She added nothing to what she already knew.
Was Ken Macalister a good man?
He loved children, but had none of his own. Isla and Shelly both liked him, but his wife had almost sent her to jail. Isla
